It’s Saturday night and I’m really tired after an exhausting day getting ready for our trip. John’s much better after his surgery, but he isn’t supposed to lift over 10 pounds and isn’t allowed to drive. A lot of our preparation required lifting. We/I loaded the truck and picked fruit (grapes, apples, and pears). I’m not complaining because John usually does most of the heavy work, but I’m just not as strong as he is and admittedly I’m out of shape. But now most everything is done. He’s even decided to make some pear wine tomorrow.

Today was also our subdivision “garage sale.” We didn’t participate but we visited a few neighbors to see what they had for sale. It was late in the day, so everything was picked over and we bought very little. (Thank heavens. We already have enough junk.)

Tomorrow (Sunday) we’ll finish packing, make the wine, and I want to do another load of laundry and clean house. Monday we’ll finish up everything, we’ll do a little last minute shopping, and John will have his pre-departure check-up by his surgeon. We should be ready to leave by 8:00 a.m. Tuesday.

I’m a little stressed. It’s my responsibility. John needs to recover from his surgery so I don’t want him to have anything to worry about.